It will be an agglomeration of years worth of different obsessions. Unicorn figurines, sequined picture framed photos from spring break 2004 and cupcake paraphernalia.

Various sundries, carefully plucked from the shelves of previous college apartments and memory boxes will be placed on shabby-chic shelving. Not to mention, a vanity along with my entire collection of makeup. It will be as if Rachel Ashwell’s collection threw up all over my room.

We will FINALLY have a garage. How can one be so happy about something as boring as a garage, you ask? As the soon-to-be wife of a crazy outdoorsman, I can tell you – it’s pretty darn exciting.

No longer will dirty hiking shoes be mixed into a box of linen duvets and muffin tins. Ropes, belay devices, tents, sleeping bags, GIANT backpacks and muddy boots can all be arranged lovingly in the space, solely devoted to storing things of this nature. Not to mention, our skis, bicycles oh yeah – our MOTOR VEHICLES.

It’s a luxurious life we shall lead.

We will have a separate tub from shower which can only mean that I will be able to shop at Lush and buy those cutely-shaped bath bombs for ten bucks a pop. Thank the lord!

An entryway! Equipped with a table which will proudly display such amusements as a dish of seasonal candies, a mini-Christmas tree, pumpkins dipped in glitter or ugly ceramic Easter Bunny figurines that I thought were cute at the time. Sky’s the limit. A living room AND a family room which I realize is not very Gen-Y of me. I should be programmed to embrace the “great” room but alas, I cannot. Call me old fashioned, but I like me two rooms. One for sittin’, one for livin’. A normal-sized kitchen with enough room to store a plethora of gadgets. We can have multiple cutting boards, thus eliminating the cross contamination of cutting up an onion on same surface as my morning english muffin. A backyard where I can spray paint things to my heart’s delight. Much like Portlandia’s ever-popular phrase, “We can pickle that!” I will exclaim, “I can spray paint that!”. Lastly, we will have enough room for a family to (hopefully) grow. To welcome a poor, unsuspecting addition to our family in human or canine form. One being slightly more of a responsibility than the other but both subject to ridiculous amounts of love. And candy. And bows.